Category: Flash pieces, sudden punches.
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This little one, all strapped in tight,In shades, bigger than his face.Not napping, not day or night,But planning time in space. A quiet boy who…
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The Man We have become absentee farmers of our own humanity. What we were meant to tend we abandoned. The Soil I felt you leaving…
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So far from grand passion. So close to it I can feel my life rearranging itself a little like furniture dragged slowly across a floor…